[With an indefinable expression in her eyes.] If that is so, we
shall see, one of these days, whether _I_ am one of the chosen.
SOLNESS.
It is not one's self alone that can do such great things. Oh, no--
the helpers and the servers--they must do their part too, if it is
to be of any good. But they never come of themselves. One has to
call upon them very persistently--inwardly, you understand.
HILDA.
What are these helpers and servers?
SOLNESS.
Oh, we can talk about that some other time. For the present, let us
keep to this business of the fire.
HILDA.
Don't you think that fire would have happened all the same--even
without your wishing for it?
SOLNESS.
If the house had been old Knut Brovik's, it would never have burnt
down so conveniently for him. I am sure of that; for he does not
know how to call for the helpers--no, nor for the servers, either.
[Rises in unrest.] So you see, Hilda--it is my fault, after all,
that the lives of the two little boys had to be sacrificed. And do
you think it is not my fault, too, that Aline has never been the
woman she should and might have been--and that she most longed to be?
HILDA.
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